Infirmary (Chuck and Bones)

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck hits the red button outside the infirmary, because that's what he was told to do.

Then he sits down on the chair he dragged out, and rests the weight of his head on a hand, helmet on his lap and bottle of Coke down by his feet.

Comments

[notabricklayer]

"Well, you certainly know how to charm a fellow." McCoy sighs, getting up to fetch his tricorder. "Any double vision? Hearing problems?" Other than whatever led this boy to think that some pirate was a friend of his. Or a not-friend of his, as the case may be.

[andinfluencepeople]

"It's all right now." Chuck watches the doctor sort of doubtfully.

"What's that?"

[notabricklayer]

"So what you mean is 'yes, doctor, but I'm not experiencing either of those at the moment'." Bones clarifies, letting his tricorder whir to itself. "This is a medical tricorder, and it's telling me exactly what you've done to yourself."

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck holds very still, but he still looks incredibly suspicious.

The tri-corder diagnoses something called a type II concussion on top of previous concussion damage, which really pisses Chuck off until Doctor McCoy tells him it can be -- that it will be, even if Doctor McCoy has to personally enforce it -- fixed.

Actually, that pisses him off too, because of course he wants it fixed with whatever weird advanced technology this place has, but he wants to sleep first. Still.

They manage to get his armor off after finding a screwdriver with the right head, and send it off with a waitrat to be taken to a room for him. He feels a little exposed in his black bodysuit this leaves him in but it's no more revealing than a set of pajamas.

After that, well. Doctor McCoy gets his way. Which is, in the end, a good thing.